They played the waiting game, sauntering and enjoying the rippling water, composed, hopeful, begging for faces to be drawn from the borders, from the boundaries, from the caverns and pine groves. She’d attempted to start and regale a crowd before, offering her bounties, her wares, her knowledge, to no avail – perhaps her call had gone unheard, unnoticed, or simply ignored. The notion pressing against her skull, that perhaps it could happen all over again, was an irritating, vexing one, and she continued holding out hope and lifelines amidst the grandeur, the splendor, of their vast land. Mere snippets later her heart lifted at the sight of the Doctor and his companion, and she trumpeted a sweet hallelujah, a grateful hello, to her fellow Mender, to one of the masses long devout to their cause, to their kingdom (even if it was more listed under poisons and deceits, even if it heralded curses instead of fortunes). The nymph and her bonded hastened quick bobs of their heads, Imogen bestowing a chirp towards Aramis (and the carcass he’d brought, for a meal or something else?), flicking her ears and rounding her lips into a cordial, curled smile. Prepared for gruff, brief greetings, simplistic but cordial, her features faltered and crumbled in surprise as he extended his queries towards sorrows and well-wishes; her face turned in his direction, stunned and eyes widened, then gaze lingering down towards the ground, along the patches of freshly fallen snow, on the puffs of coiled air her breath hastened (because how many knew she’d been captured, ho many knew she’d been weak and stupid and careless?). The fairy composed herself thereafter, composed a brilliant smile upon her face, fought tooth and nail for the dainty mask she frequently wore, vocals bright, spirited, brewing past convictions in hope of channeling them all over again. “I’m well – though I’m sorry for it too. It was very foolish on my part.” Her head tilted a fraction, stare resolutely wandering over his frame, over his face, along all the stories, all the mythos they’d never shared, spilled, or spun. “How are you?”
Lena the Songbird on such a full sea are we now afloat |
[OPEN] take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures
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take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures - by Lena - 05-17-2015, 08:52 AM
RE: take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures - by d'Artagnan - 05-17-2015, 08:42 PM
RE: take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures - by Renegade - 05-22-2015, 11:19 AM
RE: take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures - by Lena - 06-14-2015, 06:15 AM
RE: take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures - by Renegade - 06-20-2015, 10:19 AM
RE: take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures - by Lena - 07-16-2015, 04:06 PM
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